It was another year with the orphanage of New Orleans' Mrs. Mary's home for Angels- and yet every year the blood of angels died every second in him. His story began without him knowing he arrived on a foggy night with his mother where night hit day and where the demons of shadows walked the streets with a single note in his blanket. "Call me every birthday" this words rang through his head like the words from the other line "this phone number does not exist". With that he slammed the phone and began to walk down burban street.
It was pretty early so all the drunks were falling out the bars and hitting on unsuspecting girls going to the cafes. One girl punched a guy right in the mouth. I walked and walked till I reached the cemetery were I sat with graves of people who died with regrets, loveless, and in pain. I felt close to these people it was my family I never had. They were great listeners and it felt like they talked to me. As the light when out from the sky I began to walk home through the endless crowds that were like schools of fish.
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ParanormalAzul Christ- a seventeen year old orphan- wonders through life with hopes of getting answers to questions he's never asked before. He was gifted with a power that can tear a person apart- and who's greatest enemy is themselves.
